First therapy session today. I have been in and out of therapy since I was 13 years old. But, this was the first session with the latest therapist. I always hate the first one. It’s the ‘Get to Know You’ session in which I have to relive every depressing or anxious moment in my life. I don’t blame them. They need a starting point. But you’re meeting a stranger who now wants you to share with them every dark moment of your life. Trust me, it can be exhausting and emotional. Aside from the obvious emotional toll it took on me, I enjoyed her presence and what she saw for our future.
In one quick hour it was decided that I will probably have to rework the way I narrate my life, or my “script” as she called it. I tend to focus heavily on what goes wrong, what will go wrong, and how I negatively impacted the situation or the people involved. I know she’s right, but no one likes to hear it, let alone from a stranger. It was also decided that my idea of a secure attachment to people may be largely outside of the normal, healthy approach. This includes family, friends, and romantic endeavors. This is also pretty true. I am either clingy or distant. Those two extremes are the driving force behind my interpersonal relationships.
You could tell she enjoyed me. She kept smiling after explaining something. She finally said, “You get it. I’m sure that’s why it’s more frustrating for you. Because you see all of this happening and understand it, you just can’t control it, stop it, or find the triggers.” She was right. I do get it. And, yes, it is frustrating. It’s like looking at two cars. You know they are going to crash. you know that there will be injury. You know that the mess left after the crash will be hard to clean up. You even know that one car is entirely to blame over the other one. But there you sit, before the disaster unfolds, knowing it’s about to happen, also knowing that you have no clue how to stop it. That’s my life. My heart incurs the injury, my relationships are the mess I clean up, and I am the only one to blame.
What I’m hoping for is to see the car crash coming and stop it, or make it a little less detrimental to the innocent people involved. Even if I can swerve out of the way at the very last second, that’ll be progress. I’ll take a ditch and self-injury over a head on collision. It would nice too, though, if my brakes worked.
I’d say that metaphor is all but worn out.